In the corridor, as He Bing closed the door, the voice-controlled lights outside began to flash wildly again.

Gu An stood under the light and looked at the long corridor. The light went out. In the short moment when darkness came, the grimace in the dark seemed to be blowing in his ears.

He has not yet figured out the other party's tricks that are hidden in the darkness.

If he hadn't seen Zhang Sheng's painting, he might not have known that there was such an existence in the corridor so far.

Holding the lighter, the flames pounded, and Gu An skillfully stepped on the stairs toward the second floor.

He didn't know when the 'fog' would appear, so he could only use this lottery method to do it. It depends on whether he could hit it tonight. At least he had encountered it twice before, and the chance was quite high.

I stepped into the dark stairway again, and heard that there were always breathing inside, and the sound of vague breathing was soon, after the short stairs were finished, the blood-colored graffiti on the wall on the second floor had already appeared in front of me.

Gu An didn't care, so he found a wall casually, leaned on it and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't know when the fog would appear, so he could only wait like this.

"Click..."

The door of 201 opened at this time.

Half of his face was revealed with his long hair, and he looked straight at Gu An.

Under the dim light, the pale face and the white eyes behind the thin slits of hair seemed to be turning in confusion.

Gu An opened his eyes, glanced at his long hair, and then smiled: "It's okay, don't worry about me, go back, I will call you if you need it."

Her long hair had no sign of anything, but she just returned to the room with half of her face and closed the door. She naturally understood Gu An's words.

Gu An looked at it silently, not knowing when it started. When facing these strange and terrifying faces, he no longer had any fluctuations in his heart. He became accustomed to everything. Instead, he suddenly saw a group of human faces and felt a little uncomfortable...

This is simply a disease...

Gu An silently complained in his heart.

Then there was a long wait.

Gu An didn't know how long he had been waiting. It was a long time anyway. He walked back and forth from the two walls, back and forth, and vests had basically been in contact with all the walls, but he still didn't wait for the fog to come.

In the past, he couldn't see through the fog and didn't know what it was. He just felt that the other party could imitate everything. Instead, he felt a little afraid in his heart and vaguely hoped that the other party would not appear again next time.

And now, he began to expect the appearance of the fog, but the other party stopped coming...

It's like life, it's just so fucking...

Gu An held his breath, took a deep breath, and began to think that waiting so blindly is definitely not a solution.

He began to recall the two previous meetings with Fog.

After analyzing the causes and consequences in his mind, the conclusion he can draw is that the reason why the fog appeared at that time was because the corridor was very lively...

That's right, as long as there is a relatively large noise on the second floor, fog may appear.

This time the second floor was too quiet, so the fog didn't come.

Although I don’t know why Wu likes to join in the fun, and I don’t know if it’s related to Han Xiuxiu’s past, Gu An feels that he can start from this aspect.

But there is another thing that is more worrying about is that if you make movement on purpose, it may cause fog, but it may also cause other existences.

For example, the strange thing that appeared before, standing at the door, could suppress yourself tightly and make you extremely afraid.

After thinking for a while, Gu An didn't care so much anymore. He could only bet on luck, and he bet on that thing wouldn't appear.

As for how to make trouble, it's very simple...

Gu An began to knock on the door from house to house along the second floor.

He slapped the security door with his hands. Not to mention the second floor, he could hear these movements even on the first and third floors.

The owners of the second floor opened the door. They knew that Gu An was outside, so they did not make any unfriendly actions. They just stood at the door and looked at Gu An silently, as if waiting for him to explain.

Gu An didn't say much, but simply expressed his apology, and then said that everyone needed to cooperate, and you would do whatever you should do.

The owners of the second floor still remembered Gu An’s contribution last time, so they had no objection and returned to the house one after another, allowing him to knock on the door.

Gu An was very pleased when he saw it. He knocked on the door with his palms even happier. This is the power of human hearts...

I don’t know how long it took to knock, but Gu An finally got his wish and waited for the person he wanted to see...

The fog appeared, and it stood quietly in front of the wall like the two times before, as if it was facing the wall and thinking about its mistakes.

It is still imitating and evolving like before.

This time, what I imitated was Gu An knocking on the door.

It knocked on the wall with its hands, like it was knocking on the door.

Gu An glanced at him and it was really hard to believe that this would be Han Xiuxiu's ghost.

However, he didn't care about this, but smiled and said hello: "Hello, we're meeting again. This time I came here specifically for you."

Gu An can't shout the word Xiuxiu to Wu for the time being, maybe Zhen Xiuxiu on her body will still be jealous.

Last time, Han Xiuxiu was also in person, and she and Wu were together without any intersection.

I'm afraid Han Xiuxiu wouldn't even think that fog would be her ghost.

Faced with Gu An's greeting, Wu did not respond and was still standing there, imitating and knocking on the wall.

Gu An knew that Wu didn't like nonsense, so he thought about it and said, "I really want to find the person you entrusted me to find last time..."

As soon as these words came out, the fog immediately stopped knocking on the door. It turned its head and looked at Gu An. A trace of humanized tremolo appeared in its voice: "Where is he?"

Gu An did not answer directly, but asked curiously: "Why do you appear as long as you make a noise?"

Gu An was not sure whether he could complete the fusion of Han Xiuxiu and Wu this time, so he had to figure out the logic of Wu's appearance first, and then if he didn't succeed this time, he would find Wu as soon as possible next time.

The fog, who was originally unwilling to talk nonsense to Gu An, obviously because Gu An had suspected that he wanted to know something, so this time it answered. Some light voices came from the blurred figure shrouded in the black fog: "There are so many people... I want to see if he is there..."

Gu An was stunned, not reacting to the meaning of this sentence for a moment, and continued to ask: "What does it mean to imitate these actions?"

Fog: "So he can hear and see me..."

The answers of the two sentences together, and Gu An immediately understood the meaning of fog. It was not that it likes to join in the fun, but that it had expectations in its heart, thinking that there were many people in the lively places, and there might be a figure waiting for people...

As for imitation, it is because it wants to make a fuss in that lively place to attract attention and see if it can attract the person it has been waiting for in the vast crowd...

Everything is for the word "waiting"...

Gu An was silent for a while, then took out a red veil from his arms and called out Han Xiuxiu.

Han Xiuxiu was wearing red makeup, and she was like a fire lotus blooming in the darkness.

Gu An looked at Wu and pointed at Han Xiuxiu: "Do you know each other?"

Gu An looked at him with some expectation. Although the two did not have any intersection last time, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, the old Taoist priest Zhang Huangwu patted his chest and said that Han Xiuxiu's ghost was here.

And if Zhang Sheng said that, the fog would be completely corresponding.

When Wu heard Gu An's words, he glanced at Han Xiuxiu, then turned his head again and continued to knock on the wall...

It seems not possible...

Gu An sighed, the fog's reaction had already surfaced everything. It did not know Han Xiuxiu, and Han Xiuxiu did not know it either.

It would be a bit strange if Wu is Han Xiuxiu's ghost, but the two do not know each other.

Another point is that Fog doesn't like to talk and responds to itself. She will only react whenever she mentions the person she has to wait for.

But I can't use this set to deceive me every time, otherwise it would be the same as the story of the wolf. In the end, it would erase the fog's patience and trust. Next time I really have something to look for it, it would only be worth the loss.

So how can you let it take care of yourself now without consuming the patience and trust of the fog?

Gu An thought for a long time and finally came to the conclusion that there was no possibility of this at all...

His serious Gu An stood in front of it, but it didn't respond. What other ways could it be...

And I can't see through it myself, and my understanding of it is not as good as that of Zhang Sheng's painting.

By the way...draw...

A flash of inspiration in Gu An's mind suddenly thought of the painting Zhang Sheng drew last time.

Although he couldn't see the fog, Zhang Sheng could do it. He could express it with paintings. Wu was unwilling to communicate with him, but Zhang Sheng could do it. Although he was also an autistic guy, it was at least much better than fog.

Gu An thought of it and immediately rushed to the first floor, while also saying to the fog: "Wait for me, soon."

Gu An was not sure whether his words would be effective, so he could only regard them as effective.

And I was lucky tonight, and there was something wrong, and that terrifying existence did not appear.

After returning to the first floor, Gu An immediately knocked on Zhang Sheng's door.

Zhang Sheng opened the door and looked straight at Gu An. The brushes on his back were arranged in a row. From Gu An's perspective, there was no problem.

But if you stand behind him, you will find that the brush is inserted into the flesh and blood, and blood is constantly flowing downwards.

"I need your help, do you remember the fog? Can you help me see and draw what you see?"

Gu An asked uncertainly.

Zhang Sheng tilted his head and looked at Gu An, revealing all the artboards hanging on the wall behind him one by one.

This was painted by Zhang Sheng after he came back from the second floor. He had all the previous paintings replaced.

The paintings on the wall are all what you see and hear from the second floor.
To be continued...